A little boy unlatched from his father and approached you in the grocery. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “And your hair…”
That’s all he said before he rejoined
his father and drifted away. And you’ll likely never see him again.
But understand: little boys are all
impulse and entrenched honesty, and this was more than a simple compliment.
What he said was foundation enough for grown men to construct golden cities.
Great expeditions have been launched on less.
Given the chance, the little boy
would fall in love with you.
—Mitchell Hegman
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